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I feel like HornyMantis' criteria for "good boobs" can be summed up as: 1. Attached to the chest, 2. Not causing health issues (too big and thus causing pain, cancer, dysphoria, etc), and 3. Are taken care of (i.e binding safely)

Size? Doesn't factor in if they aren't causing problems. Gender? No hecks given. Binders, bras, etc? Decoration to enhance the tiddy. Just "Happy Boobs are Good Boobs."

Thank you anon, you have perfectly described my intentions. I feel like most of us could learn from HornyMantis and appreciate boobs of all sizes and genders. Boobs are universal.

Oh, and if you're missing your boobs? They're still there, in your heart. It's the kind of boobs you grope metaphorically but nonetheless value as much as other physical, existing boobs.

In this household we thirst without discrimination. No one is safe (in a positive way).

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Demon Priest

Main Storyline:

The Demon Priests Gift

Sunday Type of Love

Revealing His Worship

Collar Him Down

Early Morning Rising

Grocery Store Fantasies

Pesky Interruptions

Offering at the Altar

Nothing to Confess

Candlelit Caress

Seven Days of Creation

A Fallen Angel

Demon Priest x Lamb Hybrid!Reader AU:

Defection

Art:

Demon Priest Aesthetic

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Knight!Reader is sent to rescue the beautiful monster from the greedy claws of a Princess.

After a long, hard journey, you reach the fateful tower and theatrically open its heavy doors.

“I’m here to save you.”

A large monster and a princess turn to gaze at the newcomer in utter shock. With tears in its eyes, the creature scurries away from its captor.

The princess curls her lips in a displeased grimace.

“Don’t try anything funny,” you warn the girl. “I’ll be taking this one back to our kingdom.”

The monster eyes you lovingly. Its savior, the one and only. Oh, how can it ever repay you?

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So this lovely story came to my attention (no one tell ozzgin I'm secretly staking them) and I happened to listen to Sex Never Dies from Zheani while reading it and now every time I listen to this song I just automatically recall the story too.

On that note, anyone that is doubting to read the story, do it. It is not too long, you can easily read it in a day. The story is enjoyable and the writing style is easy on the eyes as it is very modern (maybe a little bit too much at times). I fully enjoyed my time spent on this and I look forward to seeing how the writer will continue to grow with more time and experience.

Ms. Karnstein

Sapphic vampires, anyone?

Ms. Karnstein is a dark sapphic romance and loose reimagining of J. Sheridan Le Fanu’s Carmilla set in 1950s America.

The year is 1952. The suburbs are the pinnacle of the American Dream—white picket fences, freshly mowed lawns, and neighbours that never forget to smile. Yet for Laura, it is stifling. Engaged and living with her elderly father, she finds her future as a housewife and mother an empty dream. When the odd and subversive Ms. Karnstein moves in just down the street, Laura is quickly enamoured. As friendship bubbles into something more, perverse yet irresistible, Laura discovers the darkness hiding beneath suburbia’s glossy surface and the price of freedom in a man’s world.

Love will have its sacrifices. No sacrifice without blood.

Check it out on Kindle Unlimited today, I hope y'all enjoy!

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Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

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Also if you think this story would be good, I dare you to imagine the same story but this time make the writer an AI model. How would that impact the story? Does it suddenly become repulsive to you, if so why? AI is a compilation of hundreds of thousands of people all expressing themselves differently, would that mean that the professor loves the AI or the brilliant collective mind of humanity? And let's not start about our obsession with nostalgia

I have a professor who is a bit special. Not that there is anything wrong but I wonder why he makes the decision that he does. For one, during his presentations he uses AI to make drawings n stuff to go along with it (not a fan personally). However, today my friend sent me some photos and they were glorious. It was him actually sitting on a stone statue of a famous local writer. I don't mean, just on the side, no. He was sitting on the lap of the statue holding the stone hand. And honestly my first reaction was, fanfic material (in a crack manner) but honestly, there is an interesting concept to be had here.

Imagine: a professor falls in love with the work of a passed writer he was researching. Not just his works though, as time goes on, the professor discovers more about the writer, his diaries form the basis of a one sided love that can never be realised. Driven by love, the professor wishes the world would learn and read these works of art from a brilliant mind of the past, lost to time and the fast-paced consumerism of today. The professor dedicates the rest of his life by publishing essays and papers, all for the recognition of his love. Slowly, people start noticing and a small community gets built. But so much time has passed and the professor is old now, he gets sick and passes away. A few years later, a famous name in the academic world finds one of the professor's works and praises it, and thus the world got to meet the works of a writer who passed away a long time ago and a professor who loved him even after death. The dream of the professor got fulfilled, now the previous local unknown writer becomes a household name, but the professor will never know that his love for the passed writer made sure that the writer will continue to be loved for generations to come, even if the professor himself will be forgotten one day.

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I have a professor who is a bit special. Not that there is anything wrong but I wonder why he makes the decision that he does. For one, during his presentations he uses AI to make drawings n stuff to go along with it (not a fan personally). However, today my friend sent me some photos and they were glorious. It was him actually sitting on a stone statue of a famous local writer. I don't mean, just on the side, no. He was sitting on the lap of the statue holding the stone hand. And honestly my first reaction was, fanfic material (in a crack manner) but honestly, there is an interesting concept to be had here.

Imagine: a professor falls in love with the work of a passed writer he was researching. Not just his works though, as time goes on, the professor discovers more about the writer, his diaries form the basis of a one sided love that can never be realised. Driven by love, the professor wishes the world would learn and read these works of art from a brilliant mind of the past, lost to time and the fast-paced consumerism of today. The professor dedicates the rest of his life by publishing essays and papers, all for the recognition of his love. Slowly, people start noticing and a small community gets built. But so much time has passed and the professor is old now, he gets sick and passes away. A few years later, a famous name in the academic world finds one of the professor's works and praises it, and thus the world got to meet the works of a writer who passed away a long time ago and a professor who loved him even after death. The dream of the professor got fulfilled, now the previous local unknown writer becomes a household name, but the professor will never know that his love for the passed writer made sure that the writer will continue to be loved for generations to come, even if the professor himself will be forgotten one day.

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this is so corny but dude your goofy little sketches got me through my first finals week ever tysm <3

Glad to be of help, anon. You can always come over if you need to laugh or have concepts from physics explained. That's me.

To many more successful finals, cutie! And to everyone else in the same situation:

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okay but are you going to be understanding if your dom is a little nervous and not as suave as you'd expect their first few times when domming you? are you going to make them feel comfortable enough to slip into the role without making them feel stupid about it? are you going to accept that real sex is not always as rigid as it would seem in text posts or your fantasies and that it is okay if there are some unserious moments in between the intensity? do you understand that we are all just people having fun and we need to be gentle with each other when showing this vulnerability?

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Suzanne Segal, Collision with the Infinite

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The human body is gross and you need to learn to love that. To get off on that. Your lover's sweaty feet carried them to you. Their armpits reek of the hike you took together. The cunt you wanna make out with is probably gonna smell like sweat and musk and piss and you should dive into it. If you want anal you should be prepared for the earthy, cloying smell of their backdoor. If you're fucking it hard and deep air is probably gonna get in front & back and it's gonna have to come out. The human body is nasty and alluring and gross and divine. How are you gonna bitch about that when you could be nutting to it?

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Puritanism is getting worse around the globe and conservatives and fascists will absolutely be first going harder against porn, then use that against queer people. You HAVE to realise this and oppose anti porn measures and laws, be in solidarity with sex workers, and listen to them when they call this shit out. It's going to be vitally important.

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reblog if you see your kink:

♡hair pulling

♡having financial stability

♡choking

♡recycling

♡bondage

♡saving the bees

♡role playing

♡having a healthy sleep schedule

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did you knows your blog appears as a quote in a video that explains "why the internet is obsessed with yanderes"? gave me a whipplash seeing it

I'm afraid I'm rather clueless when it comes to other corners of the Internet, similar to when several people found me from a Pinterest repost of my art and I had no idea whatsoever.

Thank you for telling me and my apologies for spontaneously intruding in your free time, haha. Maybe I should find other ways to unexpectedly slither hints of my existence to y'all, like slapping stickers of my baldsona whenever I travel somewhere.

"Wait, what's this Tumblr reference doing here," someone ponders in shock as the Poirot theme song plays softly from the background saxophones.

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hey you. indie creator. get rid of the corporate execs and the imaginary writers room in your brain. the cynical youtube reviewers and disney fans who want sanitized uwu gays probably are never even gonna be even slightly aware of your existence. write those unrelatable blorbos and those messy themes and that weirdly sexy violence. you have no one to answer to but yourself. give yourself what you want and maybe some day, some 3 random lesbians from the internet whose interests you have somehow exactly hit will look at your thing and think its pretty cool, and in the end thats all you ever needed